Anonymous said: 18 35 36
18) I used to be able to close both my nostrils until a really bad nosebleed in 3rd grade and now I can only close the left one.
35) Well gosh, that’s no small number, there are a ton of things that I wish that I could stop doing. But I REALLY wish that I could just stop picking at my split ends!! Preferably, I wish that I could just stop GETTING split ends…that would solve that problem in a heartbeat yo
36) Project Runway, the Sims 3, watching an entire anime series in a day, and fanfiction :)
Anonymous said: Late to the game, but 6, 26, 32 (Indulge me. Love, Yo-Yo)
Yo-Yo!!!! Ok, so here we go:
6) So there was a good 5 year chunk of time, from when I was about 8-13 years old, somewhere around then, where I was sick on my birthday every single year. Every year. Be it an ear infection, sinus infection, strep throat, the flu, a fever, SOMETHING would be me really sick on my birthday. It suuuucked, and I didn’t have a birthday party for any of those, because, hey, I was totally sick! I’m not sure which was the worst though, they just all kind of blend together in my mind haha
26) I wear socks. Socks are a must, because usually I’ve got a fever or some kind of chills, and my feet (and hands too) are like little sweaty icebergs on the daily, and when I’m sick it’s even worse! Usually, I curl up in a massive blanket on the couch and watch a movie. Lawrence of Arabia will always be a favorite “sick day movie” of mine, which is actually such a weird choice when I think about it…but when I’m sick, I crave old classic movies for some weird reason! Then my dad has these blue, fingerless gloves that he’s had five-ever, and I will use them to keep warm. When I was little, and my dad would stay home from work to take care of me, he would always make the most amazing potato soup from scratch, and then warm jello to drink with a straw. It sounds nasty, but it was pretty good! And if I had a sore throat or upset stomach, it was gentle on that. Another must is lemon water with honey! That’s my go-to drink for being sick! I’m just realizing I have some strange sick-day traditions….they seem pretty normal when you’re curled up on the couch napping though!!
32) You know that big white paper birch tree in the front yard of my house? I fucking love that tree. One of my first memories is learning to climb it with Hunter. I was so little at the time that we had to bring a chair outside so that I could reach the first branch to try and get up! Now, when I stand at that same branch, I can comfortably rest my chin on it, so it’s not terribly high off the ground, so I was pretty young when I started climbing that tree. I spent so much time going up and down and hanging out that the branches that I climbed on were sooo smooth, and if you know anything about paper birches, it’s that they aren’t smooth, they shed, that’s how much I climbed it. Its name is Treelog, and I would hang out up there for houurrs, with a book or something, or just sitting up there. It was my little hide-away, and I felt like I could just talk to the tree and talk through my problems. Gah, I really love that tree, man! There were like, what I called “levels” in the tree, so the first branch was level 1, then you’d stand up on it and yank yourself up onto level 2, from which you’d stand and swing around to level 3 (level 3 was a standing/leaning only point. It was where several parts of the tree branched off and up), and then you could shimmy up to level 4. I really loved that tree J
Anonymous said: 24 and 37!
24) Hmmm, this is a good one, because I’m not really sure which way to take it, you know? It could go in a variety of different directions! The first things that pop to mind aren’t things that people have told me, but things that they’ve done. I’m going to go with the most recent example I can think of, and tell you a little story:
The church I grew up in is something that I’m torn about to this day. On one hand, I’m really not a huge fan of the way this particular church was run, and some people were just so unbelievable petty, it was mindbogglingly, and not something I particularly looked forward to every week. On the other hand, there were/are some really amazing and wonderful people there. One of them was The Saxophone Man. See, little Allison really really really sucked at learning names, and it took me several years to learn that Saxophone Mans name was Eric Fitzsimons. The reason I called him Saxophone Man is that he, you guessed it, played the saxophone. And the oboe. And the clarinet. And the trumpet. And the flute. But his love would always be the saxophone. One of the ways my parents would try to coerce little Allison to go to church was to tell me when he would be playing. This guy was good, he was really really good. Not just that he could play all the right notes on the page and all that, but he was one of the most passionate musicians I have ever seen.
As I got older, Mr. Fitzsimons was a serious influence on me, he was one of the first people to really instill a love of music in me. Every Christmas season, he would get together a little band of some of his buddies, and me, to play stuff for the christmas services and go caroling and whanot, and I felt so cool to be included, and that I got to play with one of my musical idols! Basically, Eric Fitzsimons was a huge influence and mentor to me, and I don’t think I ever got to tell him that. Last year, he passed away during The Dining Room, and it was a really rough time. His wife, Hulda, asked me to sing Amazing Grace at his funeral, and I cried like a baby.
Anyway, this year, I of course invited Hulda to my graduation party, and she wrote this at the bottom of her card: “Congratulations and best wishes! Eric would be so pleased to know that you have chosen his alma mater. I know that you will love it there! I hope you know that I am so proud of you, and that Eric would be too.” and then she signed it. I know it’s not the most emotional statement in the world, but sometimes things just get to you, I guess. Anyway, yeah, so that’s something that’s meant a lot to me.
37) I don’t think that I’ve ever been in love the way we romanticize it. I love my parents and some good friends, sure, but I haven’t really been in love. BUT. When I was, like, oh man, 6 years old, I seriously thought that I was in love with Orlando Bloom.
It’s a music box, it plays Edelweiss ☺️
Things I need in my life, thrift store edition
Anonymous said: 2, 7, 8
2) HAHAHAHAHA. You’re cute :P Needless to say, it hasn’t happened yet. Which might be a bad thing when I think about it, because sweet 18 and never been kissed, maybe I’ve built up my expectations too high. What do you think? Is there some truth in those sorts of expectations?
7) Oh my, where do I begin? I am chalk-full of insecurities. Like, it’s a serious issue. I think my biggest insecurity is this all-consuming fear I have that I’m a mistake and a burden to society and all those around me. I know that’s not exactly an insecurity, but more like a conglomeration of oodles of other insecurities, but yeahh. You know those moments when you’re standing and talking with a group of people, and all of a sudden, it’s like you’ve been smacked in the face with the fear that none of them actually want you here, and that there are over 7 million people in the world, and you’ve done nothing but take and take and take, and don’t think that you’ll ever be able to contribute anything positive to the universe. It’s like there’s a really really tightly focused spotlight on the fact that I don’t deserve to be alive. It’s a bunch of little things though, but anything that reminds me of that, I’m terribly insecure over.
8) This is actually a really tough question, and I’m going to say that the thing I’m most proud of is a really dope watercolor painting of some cute little mountains I just did :) And the fact that I’ve somehow gotten my cat to take a nap on my lap, and it’s utterly perfect
things to start doing:
- drink more water
- carry a camera everywhere i go
- read more books than i already do
- go for walks
- do yoga more often
- go to bed earlier
- enjoy the little things
- go outside more
- stop comparing myself to others
- stick to my goals n stop putting things off
- write down my feelings
- smile more, especially at random people
I lost it at the end.
Okay, I had to check out the Van Eyck thing. I was a bit in denial because, come on, every single person can’t look like President Putin!
There are no words to describe how wrong I was.
Reblogging this for my art history class this semester
The art historian in me had to reblog this.